The Book With No Words Novels & Stories

I fell to my knees right where I was, in the hallway in front of my room and pulled out the book. The roots were gone. I blinked, scanning the book on both sides. The roots clutching the pages from every side were gone, making it look like a normal book. Did I pick up the wrong book or something? But looking at the strange languaged title I was relieved it was the right book. But where did the roots go? Or was I imagining them entirely before? Shaking my head, I turned the cover, and pages written in that strange language came to sight. Peculiar symbols like the moon, wolf heads and many others occupied most of the pages.

She held it for Ashford to see. "Why are there words there now?" Ashford took the book from her and glanced at it. The words that were in the books disappeared, like nothing had ever been written on them. Ashford showed the book to her. "Empty." She placed her hand on the book, and the words were back. Realization suddenly hit her; she was a forbidden hybrid, and only if she touched the book were the words going to appear on them. She grabbed the book from Ashford and flipped through the pages. There was going to be a part where they talked about other hybrids. Since the other plans they had made were ruined, she had to come up with something else.

"If there really were gods watching, I wouldn’t be suffering like this." She froze. The prayer book slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. "Tyler…" "I want chicken casserole," I cut her off. "Okay, okay, I’ll go make it right now." She hurriedly picked up the book and rushed out. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat it. I just wanted her gone because I needed some quiet. Now, it was just Jonathan and me in the room. "Uncle Jonathan," I called. "I’m here." He traced words into my palm, letting me know he was there.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

"What exactly are you looking for, or looking to find." "I don't know. The initials just called me. F.S." "That's, that's not a lot." Zoe completed like I didn't know that already. " Read the book, you haven't right?" I nodded and flipped the book open. The following pages after the dedication and first page were empty. After that, the next heading read Content with a series of smaller sentences piling up in a straight line. There were no lines on the yellowed pages, but the sentences were straight. The handwriting on its own, not so much. A few of the titles had disappeared so a the whole page didn't make a lot of sense.

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

I've got so many words left to say but I don't think now I ever can. As every second passes, my breath gets heavier and heavier and I lose my vision. "No" I can hear Leo and Marco both sobbing now. "I love you," I say to Leo before I can't speak no more. I fall into the sea of nothingness and let the waves drown me. (This is the prologue of the book, get ready to dive into the world of Italian mafias who will stop at nothing to get what they want. Love never stops them, hatred fuels them. Survival here is impossible, especially, when your heart is in both directions).

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

' Tom muttered as he kept on staring at the book morosely. Yesterday, when he had opened this book, he saw some kind of hand-drawn sketches. Some words were written by the side of the sketches which seems to bolt when your attention wavers only to stay still as he peers directly over them to understand the mystery before him. It was like the case of 'the more you look, the less you see. ' The words were zapping around like hyperactive happy kids but never when Tom was fully focused.